Rest in Peace

[Esoteric]
 Yo Friday night, feelin right, fuckin with this bad chick
 Gats click, now I'm hit, shit, watch the blood spit
 I fall face down, background is H-Town
 Needle drag, music stops, people call the cops
 For a rap cat, shot dead in the back
 Over a dame, for some reason of which I cannot explain
 My name was little known at this time
 'less we use the Boston, Mass. as the measuring line
 My crime bein waxed, redirects, people's TV's set
 Maybe you're seein the checks, or see 'em as threats
 My fam cries at the wake, some guys do steaks
 With their eyes on my tape, realizin my surprisin fate
 Ten-to-five covered, then from five-to-eight
 Now the average rap fan starts to gravitate
 to the Ese-Esoteric, to see if they were sleepin
 on a dope MC whose skills need peepin
 [Chorus: Esoteric] + {*7L*}
 It's tough stayin underground when you're six feet deep
 And major labels profit off of that, but then there's freak
 {"It's Esoteric"}, {"Rest in peace"}
 And now everybody's checkin for my posthumous release
 {*scratched twice*} "Death is a final step!" - RZA
 "You know dead rappers get better promotion" - Jadakiss
 "Death is a final step!"
 [Esoteric]
 Check. now as I look down, it's kinda tough swallowin
 the fact that I'm a dead rapper with a cult followin
 Legions of fans got their hands on my old jams
 And new fans, they were sayin "Oh damn!"
 at every punchline, and now the rumors break and hit
 Cause everybody knew that I was workin on some new shit
 Cats askin, "Who's on it? Who produced it?"
 Straight up, just ask deceased, let the man {"rest in peace"}
 All my old friends are now sayin that's a spiritual
 My mother wants my material
 Girlfriends sayin that I'm lyrical, fightin over rights
 Sellin R.I.P. t-shirts at open mics
 Fans thought the East/West was comin to South
 Got the Source van in front of my house
 XXL and Elemental runnin their mouth
 Got my dad depressed, he's bout to flip, put a gun in his mouth
 [Chorus]
 [Esoteric]
 Now majors havin bidding wars, and deals on the table
 Labels unstable cause my face is on cable
 Even underground critics say that I'm the best that did it
 Even though they shitted on my last hit-it
 I don't get it, Sony pimped me up in a week
 And now my acapella's flowin over wack commercial beats
 They shot my video, with an Esoteric stunt double
 in a Lex bubble, sayin it was footage from the night before the trouble
 No red tape, just sample clearances and mad guest appearances
 (Like who?) A lot of guys whom I never authorized
 As my mother looks into the skies to apologize
 Although I'm dead mom, my soul remains undaunted
 Now you can actually afford the things you wish you flaunted
 And even though every studio will be haunted
 I finally got the major label budget that I wanted
 [Chorus] w/ scratch variations by 7L